It’s a Jungle Out There

One of the joys of being in a home is having a backyard with real grass. We were supposed to have a gardener included with the rent, but he’s proven to be unreliable. After the grass reached past our ankles and the kids could literally hide in it, we decided we could no longer allow it to go waiting for him to show up.

Colin and Warren tackled the jungle with vigor. Madeline and I stayed inside to watch them work (we were in charge of the hot chocolate after the job completion). They finished right before the big storm rolled into town, one that included a real wind funnel, never touching down to be a tornado like the one that picked up a shed a couple months back. Where do we live again? All this rain definitely contributed to the grass growing so out of control.

2 thoughts on “It’s a Jungle Out There”

  1. When we first moved in to our rental in Florida, our grass went uncut for about 6 weeks. During the wet season. It was almost 2 feet high before it got mowed. Stellan loved pretending to be a tiger in the grass. But we got frustrated trying to get back and forth from our car to the front door (no path, just grass) when everything was wet. So I guess it just depends on your point of view, right?

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